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On the day Yao An's single-stroke results were officially announced, the whole family gathered in front of the computer, trying to stare at the screen like a flower.

He turned on the machine slowly, searched for the school name, and clicked on the official website.

At the critical moment, Yao An turned around and asked, "What if I didn't record it?"

Yu Wan comforted her understandingly: "It doesn't matter, you can still take the college entrance examination."

Yao Xinping slapped him on the head: "Why are you still taking the college entrance examination, go back and repeat it!"

Yao Jianqi and Yao An squeezed into an elevator chair, put down the high-calcium milk with honey, smoothed his hair manually, and sincerely suggested: "Why don't you come and read with me?"

"..."

One by one was more ruthless than the other, Yao An was convinced, snatched Yao Jianqi's cup and took a sip, and clicked on the latest message announcement.

"The admission principles for sports training, martial arts and national traditional sports majors are as follows..."

Four lines of sight moved from top to bottom in the densely packed form, and Yao An mechanically slid the mouse down: "Track, field, football, basketball, volleyball..."

"You slide so fast, who can see clearly!" Yao Xinping yelled behind him, and beat the back of the lift chair, in the final analysis, he panicked for him.

Yao An impatiently "hissed", released the mouse button and was about to level with Yao Xin, but the back of his hand was covered by the other hand.

Yao Jianqi's palm was calmly pressed against the back of Yao An's hand, and his index finger moved the rubber ball between the staggered fingers.

With his eyes on the screen, he said unhurriedly, "Look slowly."

Yao An glanced at the hands of the two, pressed his tongue against his teeth, and swallowed the words of the collision and the aroma of milk.

The form slowly descended, and it appeared line by line like a printer, and finally saw the swimming event.

Yao An didn't dare to move, so he rubbed Yao Jianqi's fingernails and told him to turn it down.

Yao Jianqi smiled. He didn't know whether it was to let Yao Xinping and Yu Wan who were standing there hear clearly, or to make someone's heart hang a little more. He read it line by line: "Backstroke, backstroke, medley, backstroke..."

Yao An's originally fair mood became more and more nervous under Yao Jianqi's every syllable. He listened to the seemingly endless "backstroke" and "breaststroke", and finally couldn't help shouting: "In the end..."

"Freestyle." Yao Jianqi finally announced.

As the air around him froze, Yao An's back straightened involuntarily.

The corners of Yao Jianqi's eyes twitched, and finally the line appeared in the front row, but the line he skipped read clearly: "Freestyle, 100 meters, male, Yao An."

Yao An was dumbfounded.

Yao Xinping, who was behind him, was the first to lean towards the screen, and his solemn voice was also a little anxious: "Where is it, show me."

Yao Jianqi raised his hand and pointed.

Yao An's gaze also followed, and he saw himself precisely on the edge of Yao Jian Qiyue's white nails.

"Actually, it's not a big deal if you pass a single move."

"It's just that you don't need to take the college entrance examination."

"It's also a kind of youthful regret."

Yao An repeated for the 28th time.

This number is already very conservative, especially after neighbors and folks "inadvertently" mention it again.

But now, Zhan Xing, who was sitting next to him, smiled and crushed a whole packet of crispy noodles with his bare hands.

Zhanxing didn't pass a single move, so he didn't even need to think about it. It must be that the professional score was holding him back, and the mistakes in the exam were too stupid to look back on.

Yao An wanted to continue to disgust him, so he put away his schoolbag and pretended to appease him: "This kind of thing happened, no one would think about it, being human..."

"Being your uncle, Yao An!" If Xiang Jingxuan hadn't hugged him in time, Zhan Xing would have rushed to wrestle with Yao An.

Yao An continued without moving: "The most important thing in life is to study, if you are tired..."

"Yao An, you don't have a heart!" Zhan Xing was furious, and spoke without restraint, "It's a shame that I gave you a famous teacher to enlighten you for a long time before the exam."

Yao An was so stunned that he didn't turn around for a moment: "What is the enlightenment?"

Zhan Xing shouted: "What can there be!"

Yao An's originally rascal expression froze for a moment with these words, and came blank without warning.

Zhan Xing suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, he clearly remembered Yao An's anomaly on the side of the road in other provinces, and now he still doesn't open any pot and pick up which pot.

"What are you talking about?" Xiang Jingxuan stopped persuading the fight, and bowed his head to listen.

"Just some things that are missing." Zhan Xing hurriedly made up for it, "It's not a big deal..."

With a sound of "噗", the chair made a sharp noise on the ground following Yao An's movement of getting up, and Zhan Xing was so frightened that he hid behind Xiang Jingxuan for a while, but Yao An just threw the bag on his back and scolded as he ran: "Mom!" I'm late!"

Yao Jianqi was waiting by the river embankment.

The wind combs the red willows, bringing the news of the early summer flood that has not yet arrived, and also the long-awaited figures.

Yao An came running out of breath, leaning on the parked bicycle, with a thin layer of sweat on his brow: "Cough...wait, how long have you been waiting?"

Yao Jianqi took out one of the bottles of Coke from the bag hanging on the front of the car, unscrewed it, and brought it to his mouth.

Yao An couldn't wait to pick it up, and poured it down, twisting the plastic bottle into a tangled shape.

He stopped in the middle of his drink and let out a fizzy belch.

"How long have you been waiting?" Yao An asked again.

Yao Jianqi lowered his head and said, "Look."

Yao An moved his gaze down and found purple cloud-like flower petals scattered around the bicycle tires.

Yao Jianqi picked up a bunch of forearm-long catkins from the stone bench he was sitting on just now, half of which were bald, and he shook it: "Pick it while you wait, take your time to guess."

The thick sunset is reflected on the water of the Huhu River, like a scarlet salted egg yolk.

Yao An stepped on the pedal with his left foot, pedaled half a circle, slid for a while, kicked the pedal with the upper of his shoe, and pedaled half a circle again, the chain moved forward and backward, and so on.

Standing side by side on the right, Yao Jianqi trotted with arms swinging, his chest heaved and heaved, his face was a little paler than before, and the back of his neck was profusely sweating.

Yao An held the front of the car with one hand, and wiped the back of Yao Jianqi's neck: "Take a breath, take off your school uniform jacket."

When he stopped, he felt dizzy. Yao Jianqi pulled the zipper halfway and couldn't move it. Yao An took off the other half for him.

Yao An draped Yao Jianqi's school uniform over his shoulders, tied a knot in front of his chest, and supported Yao Jianqi's chin: "I told you not to breathe through your mouth, or the dust will come in and your throat will hurt."

"It's ok..." Yao Jianqi's throat was itchy, "Is it ok?"

"It's not over yet, continue."

This has been the case for the past few days, Yao Jianqi came back from school, pushed his bicycle to the embankment while walking, and Yao An would come over in a short time, riding a bicycle to accompany Yao Jianqi to practice running, from one end of the embankment to the other.

The setting sun was swallowed up by the pontoon, Yao Jianqi sat in the back seat, with his face pressed against Yao An's bony shoulders, and he carried himself home.

Yao Jianqi was already 1.8 meters tall, and his legs seemed to have no place to rest. From time to time, they brushed against Yao An's heels on the bicycle, and the wheels turned around, once, once, once...

"About three or four minutes?"

"What?" Yao Jianqi kept ringing in his ears after running, and couldn't hear clearly.

"You waited for me for about three or ten minutes?" Yao An tilted his head slightly.

Yao Jianqi was taken aback for a moment, raised his face, his chin was still resting on Yao An's left shoulder, and asked, "How did you guess?"

Knowing that he won, Yao An was very proud: "It's not a guess."

"Oh?"

"Aren't you free to pick petals?" Yao An said while riding, "I guess it takes less than 20 seconds for you to pick off a piece and blow it to the ground. There were about a hundred petals on the ground just now. Ride up." That's 2000 seconds, about 30 minutes."

After hearing the calculation, Yao Jianqi finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and said in Yao An's ear: "Brother, just this little matter, do you need to be so caring?"

"Bullshit." Yao An glanced at him very quickly, "What's wrong with you that I don't care about?"

"That's right." Yao Jianqi also responded very quickly, lowered his head, and rubbed the cardan fabric on Yao An's body with the tip of his nose.

Like being coquettish, I don't know who is to whom.

The number of motor vehicles gradually increased, and they ran past them clamorously. Even though he was riding on the far right, Yao An still put his four fingers on the brakes to prevent any accidents. He won't be so careful anymore.

"So..." He breathed out without a sound, and said the words that had weighed the whole long embankment, "I also care about who you like."